Castells (2)

Putting on the sash, Banyoles (Catalonia)

“The sash (faixa) is the most important part of their outfit, since it supports the lower back and is used by other castellers in the team as a foothold or handhold when climbing up the tower.

This tasselled piece of cloth varies in length and width and depends on the casteller’s position inside the tower and also on choice. The length of the sash ranges from 1.5 to 12 m and usually is shorter for those higher up in the castell.

Performing castellers usually go barefoot as to minimise injuries upon each other as they climb to their positions and also for sensitivity when balancing and to have better feel and hold each other. ” (Wikipedia)

Castells (human towers) (1)

Plaça de les Rodes, Banyoles (Catalonia)

For me the ‘castells‘ (human towers) symbolize an essential characteristic of Catalonia and its people: everyone working together to build and create and enjoy it. Music being part of it.

Recently I witnessed a festival of ‘colles’ from Banyoles and nearby villages and cities that was held on a square two minutes from my home. My idea was to capture all the stages of the building of a castell. This resulted to be rather complicated, because of the huge amount of people involved. Taking an esthetically interesting picture was even harder.

In the end I have selected a number of photos that are rather documentary that can give you an idea of what constructing a human tower implies, phase after phase. This first one of a nearly finished castle is the starting point of this series.

Waiting and waiting

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It was a local holiday, the Fiesta de la Cruz in Granada (Spain). A lot of merry people were out on the streets celebrating, laughing, talking, meeting friends.

And there was this girl all dressed up and ready to party standing in front of the Post Office, waiting and waiting. Now and then she looked at her watch, shifted from one leg to another while her face got sadder and sadder.

I had arrived early at the same place, obviously the usual meeting place in town, and watched the scene making me feel for the girl. When my friend arrived (I had not seen her for some seven years), we were very happy to renew our friendship and immediately started to chat. She invited me to tea and off we went.

Later that evening I remembered the girl and wondered if her date had ever arrived.

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